“If there’s anything you need, just ask.” Brynhild stirred another spoon of sugar in her coffee and took a long sip. “Mmmm.”
I ruffled my fingers on the porcelain saucer, trying to figure out how to get out of her quarters. If I wasn’t going to die and the death the mark predicted was inevitable, there really was no reason why I couldn’t go about my day. If I covered up the mark.
Well, wasn’t that why Wagner had me put on the bandages?
I reached for the white cloth and adjusted the tightness.
“You’re still showing,” Brynhild noted dryly.
Tentatively, I adjusted the headband. “How about now?”
“Better.”
“Great.” That would do me then. Now I just needed to sneak out, but I had an idea. Demonstratively, I stretched my arms and yawned loudly. “Oof, I’m tired. Where’s your spare room?”
